"Let him go." Zheng Chenke said coldly.
His cold and stern voice frightened the young man who was already on the verge of collapse. The man's voice paused and lowered slightly, "Go down."
"Young master..." When the person left, the housekeeper cautiously approached the boy, and he pointed at himself with shaking fingers, "I am the housekeeper...Young master, my wife is not here, don't be afraid..."
But no matter how much the old man lobbied, the young man shrunk in the closet still opened his clear eyes and looked at him full of horror. The wound on his foot cut by glass shards was still bleeding. Zheng Chenke looked over, but He saw that there was still a shard of glass stuck on the sole of the boy's white and tender foot.
He furrowed his brows sharply, his voice softened as much as possible, and he slowly stretched out his hand towards the young man, "He Qing, come here, you are hurt."
Unexpectedly, the young man who did not respond to the butler reacted to the big hand with sharp bones in front of him. He stretched out his hand cautiously, but kept his eyes on Zheng Chenke, and retracted as soon as he made any abnormal movements.
He Qing's eyes are very big, standard cat's eyes. Before, these eyes were beautiful, arrogant and full of vitality, but now, seeing the vigilance and fear in these eyes, Zheng Chenke tried hard to squeeze out a smile.
"Come, come here."
It seemed as if a century had passed, and the small, delicate hand that had been raised fell on the man's callused palm. At that moment, Zheng Chenke's heart softened into a mess.
The butler didn't dare to show his anger, and watched the young man carefully and vigilantly put his hand on the man's big hand. Zheng Chenke held his hand, and carefully led him out of the closet.
The moment the feet hit the ground, the glass shards that were still stuck in the soles of the feet pierced deeper, and his face turned pale from the pain, but He Qing still insisted on not saying a word, but quietly raised his feet, and the blood fell on the floor drop by drop. On the road, he didn't seem to see it.
The boy could pretend that he didn't see anything, but Zheng Chenke couldn't. He kept frowning and hugged him up.
There were no screams or exclamations as imagined. The boy who left the closet seemed to have left his own shelter. He was terrified, but he didn't dare to scream. He wrapped his arms around the neck of the man in front of him with a pale face. His eyes were full of horror.
Seeing such a young man, Zheng Chenke's heart became more and more heavy. His face was a little ugly, but he still tried to comfort the young man gently, "Don't be afraid, I will take you to the medicine."
The person being held by him did not speak, but his hands were tight again.
The butler didn't dare to speak for fear of scaring the young man, so he could only anxiously and nervously follow behind the handsome man, watching him put him on the bed, and the old man only reacted when he came into contact with glaring blood, "I dropped the medicinal wine, I'll go downstairs and get a new one."
Hearing his voice, the young man who had just been placed on the big soft bed shuddered again. Although he wanted to escape in fear, Zheng Chenke had already carefully held his bare feet in his hands.
He couldn't escape, so he had to shrink back cautiously, looking around with his eyes, which was full of strangers.
Zheng Chenke noticed the strangeness in his eyes, and a thought arose in his heart, "He Qing, do you still know me?"
When his name was called, the boy's body that had just relaxed froze suddenly, and looked at the man and shook his head timidly.
Zheng Chenke's heart sank suddenly, his face remained calm, but he asked him, "Do you remember how old you are?"
He Qing was stunned, confusion flashed in his clear eyes, he lowered his head slightly, counted with his fingers for a long time, and then whispered timidly, "Four years old..."
He looked at the strange uncle in front of him in fear, his face darkened, and there was something in his eyes that made him afraid, like, like his mother.
It's the same way before my mother hits him every time.
The feet of Bai Nen under him suddenly tensed up, the young man was tearful and terrified, he stammered and begged for mercy, "Don't hit... don't hit Ah Qing, Ah Qing be good..."
The man had never seen such a side of a pampered boy, but he wished he had never seen it.
The more scared He Qing is now and the more well-behaved he is, it shows that he has been hurt more severely.
Zheng Chenke was full of violence in his heart, wishing to tear those who kidnapped He Qing into pieces. He even arranged various ways of revenge, but facing the boy who thought he was only four years old today, he calmed down his expression , recalling the scenes I had seen of passers-by coaxing children, I tried my best to lower my voice softly, "Don't hit Ah Qing, Ah Qing is so good, how could anyone be willing to hit Ah Qing."
He is now full of guilt towards the young man. If it is true that what the housekeeper said was hidden, then what is he who kicked him out right after his father died
Zheng Chenke's original idea was to find out the truth, return all the things He Changying left behind, and move out by himself, but if He Qing is like this, if he leaves, the boy who has a lot of assets but is unable to protect him will definitely end badly .
Despite all the thoughts in his heart, Zheng Chenke still didn't show anything on his face, not letting the sensitive young man see anything.
"Mom... shrank herself back carefully, and the boy asked timidly, "Mom is going to beat Ah Qing... because Ah Qing is not good..."
Hearing this sentence, the man's hands couldn't help tightening. After the boy let out a muffled groan, he just woke up like a dream, and quickly let go of his hand. Watching the boy quickly retract his feet into a ball, he put the back of his hand on the Behind him, Shi said, "No one will beat you in the future, don't be afraid."
He Qing didn't believe it, but he didn't know why, he always felt that he should trust the uncle in front of him, so he stopped asking his mother, but curled up cautiously, and didn't speak any more.
Just like what the housekeeper said, He Qing was a very well-behaved child when he was a child. Whether it was the stinging medicinal wine sticking to the wound, or the glass shards that were picked out and stuck in the flesh and blood, he didn't say a word.
With a pale face and even his lips trembling slightly, the young man quietly watched the man wrap the gauze on him, and was coaxed to sleep quietly.
After confirming that the boy was asleep, Zheng Chenke went out lightly, and when he closed the door, the cold anger that had been suppressed all the time burst out vigorously.
"Did the owner of that car bring it?"
The butler looked ugly, nodded and said, "Here I am, the classmate who had a conflict with the young master before, named Wang Yuecheng."
"Wang! Yue! Cheng!" Zheng Chenke's eyes were dark, his tone was cold and terrifying, "Go, go see him!"
He wanted to see who had the guts to attack the young master of the He family!
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"Lu Linguan! Why has there been no news from Ah Qing? His cell phone was turned off when I called him. I searched for him all night but couldn't find it. Do you have any news?" Mo Chuyu's face was full of anxiety, and his eyes were full of fatigue.
Lu Linguan just came out of He's house, and his face was also very ugly. Seeing Mo Chuyu's appearance, he took off his gentle mask and said coldly, "Don't forget, you are my girlfriend now, so you care so much about what he does. What!"
His face was ugly, and Mo Chuyu's face was even uglier than him, "Just tell me if you know!"
Thinking of going to He's house but not even seeing He Qing's face, Wang Yuecheng was taken away, as long as Zheng Chenke followed the clues, it would be easy to find him...
He is now upset and irritable. Before he could appease Ah Qing last night, he was called away by Wang Yuecheng, saying that someone was investigating them. They discussed for a long time, and finally decided to let Wang Yuecheng go abroad to avoid the limelight. He did not expect him to go back in the early morning At that time, what I saw was the back of Zheng Chenke holding the boy in the car.
Obviously they have already driven people out, but now they are standing up and pretending to be a big-tailed wolf!
Lu Linguan has no time to think about these things now, it's nothing if Ah Qing is taken away, but if Zheng Chenke takes the opportunity to make trouble...
He waited restlessly for a long time, and finally decided to go to He's house after knowing that Wang Yuecheng was stopped at the airport.
What Lu Lin was betting on was He Qing's obsession with him. As long as He Qing was on his side, even Zheng Chenke would have nothing to do with him.
It's just that he didn't expect that he was driven back without even seeing the boy.
If Wang Yuecheng confessed himself...
Seeing that Lu Linguan did not answer for a long time, Mo Chuyu became more and more worried about Ah Qing. She slapped the table and said bitterly, "Lu Linguan, let me tell you! If anything happens to Ah Qing, I will never forgive you!"
Lu Linguan was in a bad mood at first, but Mo Chuyu was still 'annoying' him, he turned his head impatiently, and said coldly, "Even if something happened to He Qing, you should blame yourself the most, shouldn't you? "
The beautiful girl was stunned, "What did you say...?"
Seeing her like this, the corners of Lu Linguan's mouth curled up into a cruel arc, "You have a part in betraying Ah Qing, don't you?"
He remembered that Wang Yuecheng told him that He Qing wanted to commit suicide. It was just to vent, but now it has become true, "Ah Qing committed suicide last night, you don't know."
Deliberately not saying that He Qing was rescued, Lu Linguan looked at the girl's pale face with almost joy, "Just after being betrayed by you, he committed suicide on the bridge."
"No... Impossible..."
Mo Chuyu shook his head in disbelief, "Ah Qing, Ah Qing clearly said that if you found someone else, he would give up... He said he would live again..."
"You're lying to me! Ah Qing won't commit suicide!"
The girl yelled at Lu Linguan, tears fell down patter, she stubbornly refused to wipe, insisting, "I am doing it for the good of Ah Qing, as long as you are not with Ah Qing, he will still be happy Young master Le, he can't commit suicide!"
"That's right, you're doing it for Ah Qing's sake..." Seeing the painful look of Mo Chuyu, who likes teenagers, the corners of Lu Linguan's mouth curled up, "But Uncle He died, and Ah Qing was kicked out of the house by Zheng Chenke, so he won't do it again. Not a young master anymore."
"At this moment, you!" Lu Linguan stretched out his hand to touch the lost girl, and cruelly pushed everything on her, "You betrayed him, so Ah Qing chose to commit suicide."
"Mo Chuyu, this is all your fault!"